[verse 1:] them blocks twenty five, like i went in with a pair of dices but that jolly green midget got me very icey one day they here,next day they indicted thats why i stay getting them checks on the side like a pair of nikes i swear to god i don’t wanna serve no moe i can’t say the same bout these yellow hoes nor the syrup and dro i know chino like i wish this n*gg* hurr up and blow i just wish i ain’t have to make my momma worried no moe i’m gettin money so these n*gg*s hatin i know i’ll gun a n*gg* down so lord keep me out that situation i walk around like f*ck you b*tches pay me and d*mn near tear up everytime i’m told i look just like that n*gg* david thats my daddy i don’t hate him i just ain’t happy nor satisfied with my past so i gotta make it happen for my kids and my kids kids and they kids after that so they don’t have to trap and they won’t have to rap on fifty one percent of the whole map the world is mine n*gg* got up off my *ss then i got up on my grind n*gg* i’m about to re-define realer if a p*ssy n*gg* play with me i’mma kill him

[hook:] these n*gg*s hoes in designer clothes right now i got like ten pounds right behind the stove live from the kitchen got bout six different kinds of dro line outside the door if you ain’t buying some dope its time to go

[verse 2:] sack in now i’m landscaping shop with me n*gg* first one with that check get it i ain’t playing favorites first come first serve i ain’t playing soon as i weigh it pay me pistol in my pants i ain’t playing it keep saying spray me i ain’t playing n*gg* die about all this pride you a b*tch and i can see it in your eyes we riders ya’ll followers confused choosing sides me i’mma up that chopper and let that help you decide i tried to rationalize but they keep sn*tching my guys so don’t be suprised if we sliding i’m on the p*ssenger side got them goonies on my payroll and they shoot for so cheap i might f*ck around and make them dump on yo block for the whole week, fa real i’m talking sun up sun down gun fire n*gg* no sleep i buy a house on yo street my money right you don’t want beef them little n*gg*s will shoot a n*gg* mammy what a n*gg* don’t know for a quarter block of that snow i got brick for the blow lets go

[hook:] these n*gg*s hoes in designer clothes right now i got like ten pounds right behind the stove live from the kitchen got bout six different kinds of dro line outside the door if you ain’t buying some dope its time to go